Chapter 19: Fula

The serf looked blankly at the Chailangren corpse close at hand, then looked at the back of that bandit, a trace of dazedness from surviving a disaster flashing in his eyes.

Immediately, it was replaced by a stronger desire to survive.

He tremblingly picked up the wood-chopping knife and looked at the crowd fighting crazily around him.

Gritting his teeth, he also roared and rushed up.

If you don't kill, you have to die!

If you kill, you can live!

You can even get freedom and land!

Such scenes were played out in every corner of the battlefield.

The Knights were responsible for piercing and splitting; they were the masters of the battlefield, efficiently harvesting the lives of the monsters.

And those soldiers, bandits, and serfs were responsible for surrounding and strangling.

They used the most primitive and barbaric methods to vent the desires and fears in their hearts.

The battle was exceptionally tragic, yet it presented a one-sided massacre.

Although the Goblins and Chailangren were numerous, with the intent against the unintentional, and the elite Knights raiding the flank.

Those Goblins and Chailangren could not organize any effective resistance at all.

Their formation was completely crushed, fighting on their own, and they soon fell into a situation of being split and surrounded.

A few Chailangren Shamans tried to cast spells, muttering words, and faint green light lit up on their bone staves.

But before they could finish casting, they were spotted by sharp-eyed Knights, and a few precise crossbow bolts pierced their throats.

Having lost their command and spiritual pillar, the monsters' morale completely collapsed.

They began to flee in all directions, wanting to escape back to the river valley.

But the retreat was already blocked by the soldiers and serfs who were waiting in full battle array.

Waiting for them were only ruthless knives, axes, and spears.

On the hill, Roko put down the telescope, a faint smile appearing on his face.

The overall situation was settled.

However, just at this moment, a new change occurred!

A few particularly cunning Goblins did not flee with the main force, but instead took advantage of the chaos to break away from the battlefield, and like ghosts, silently crept toward the hill where Roko was!

Their goal was very clear: the human standing on the high ground who looked like the leader!

"Young Master, be careful!"

The Knight guards reacted immediately, drawing their swords to protect Roko.

But two Goblins with extremely fast speed still darted out from an unexpected angle, waving poisoned daggers, and pounced directly at Roko!

It was too close!

The Knight guards couldn't get back in time!

And just as Roko was about to make a move to solve those two Goblins.

A petite silver-gray figure suddenly moved!

It was Fula!

She had been keeping her nerves tense, and the moment she saw the Goblins pouncing at Roko, her brain went blank!

Fear? Scared?

They all disappeared!

Only one thought was screaming crazily in her heart: protect the Master!

Hum!

It was as if something invisible had exploded inside her!

An indescribable power instantly filled her limbs and bones!

【Flame Griffin Breathing Method】 operated to the extreme on its own!

Her speed surged abruptly!

So fast that she almost left only an afterimage!

The refined steel dagger in her hand even carried a layer of imperceptible pale red halo!

Puchi! Puchi!

Two soft sounds!

Those two Goblins, who had come with great momentum, suddenly stiffened in their movements, a look of disbelief flashing in their eyes, and then they collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

At their throats, each had an extra thin blood line.

One strike, one kill!

Fula panted heavily, standing blankly on the spot.

Looking at the dagger in her hand, then looking at the Goblin corpses on the ground.

Just now, was it her who did it?

Did she kill two Goblins?

A strange and unfamiliar feeling, never felt before, surged into her heart.

That wasn't fear, but a palpitation brought by power?

"Fula."

Roko's voice woke her from her trance.

She suddenly came back to her senses, seeing Roko looking at her.

In his eyes, there was a trace of surprise, and approval?

Fula's little face turned red instantly, and she subconsciously hid the dagger behind her back, lowering her head.

"Ma, Master..."

Roko didn't say much, just raised his hand and gently rubbed her pair of silver-gray cat ears that were still trembling slightly.

"Well done."

The gentle voice, carrying a strange magic, instantly smoothed out the panic and unease in Fula's heart.

The tips of her cat ears twitched uncontrollably, and a comfortable light hum almost escaped from her throat.

【Name: Fula】

【Race: Maonv】

【Level: Quasi-Knight Mid-stage】

【Talent: SSS-Rank】

【Status: Slightly exhausted, blood and Qi boiling (potential stimulated)】

【Favorability: 99】

【Loyalty: 99】

The stimulation of that life-and-death moment actually pushed her directly to the level of Quasi-Knight Mid-stage.

Roko looked at the panel, sighing again in his heart at the terror of the SSS-Rank talent.

The battle down the mountain was already nearing its end.

The remaining Goblins and Chailangren were completely cleared out, leaving only corpses and wailing wounded on the ground.

The setting sun went down, staining the entire battlefield with a layer of cruel blood color.

The surviving soldiers, bandits, and serfs gathered together in twos and threes.

They were covered in blood and exhausted, but their faces carried a kind of excitement from surviving a disaster and an undisguisable agitation.

Hart directed the Knights to clean up the battlefield, counting the casualties and prisoners.

Soon, he came before Roko, kneeling on one knee, his voice carrying a trace of exhaustion, yet unable to hide his excitement.

"Young Master! A great victory in this battle!"

"A total of over one thousand Goblins and Chailangren were killed, over three hundred were captured, and the rest scattered and ran."

"Our side lost seven soldiers, thirteen bandits, and thirty-eight serfs."

"Nearly a hundred were injured, no Knights were killed, and only three were slightly injured."

This casualty figure, relative to the number of enemies annihilated, could simply be called a miracle!

Especially the Knight team, which had almost zero casualties!

In Hart's eyes looking at Roko, there was already deep awe.

This young Master, although his strength was not high, his wisdom and means in planning and strategy were far beyond his imagination.

"Very good."

Roko nodded, his face still wearing that calm expression.

"Pass down the order, clean up the battlefield, round up the prisoners, and set up camp right here in this river valley."

"Then, gather everyone together."

"It is time to fulfill my promise."

Night fell, and roaring bonfires were lit in the river valley.

The smell of blood lingering in the air had not yet dissipated, but it was diluted quite a bit by the aroma of roasted meat and people's laughter.

On the open space in the center of the river valley, all the survivors gathered here.

Under the gaze of countless burning eyes, Roko stood on a large rock, his voice clearly spreading to every corner.

"All warriors who killed one or more enemies in this battle, come forward!"

The crowd stirred, and people covered in blood, with excitement and trepidation on their faces, walked out.

Hart held a list that had just been compiled and read out the names one by one.

"Gelu! Killed one Goblin! Granted the status of a free citizen!"

That weak serf who had almost died under a Chailangren's club just before, upon hearing his name, widened his eyes abruptly.

Immediately, he trembled with excitement, his eyes filled with tears.

With a thud, he knelt on the ground, kowtowing desperately toward Roko's direction.

"Bloodaxe, killed three Goblins and two Chailangren!"

"Granted the status of a free citizen, rewarded with an iron axe, and appointed as a squad leader of the serf supervisor team!"

That bandit leader with a face full of flesh grinned, revealing a mouth of yellow teeth.

Excitedly receiving the brand-new iron axe, he roared loudly to express his loyalty. ===== CHAPTER 20 =====